Tips and Tricks from Lou and Friends The
Tiny Ones Can Kill You
Even small avalanche slopes can be deadly By Louis Dawson After more than one close call with snow avalanches, I'm blessed to be alive. If anything, my peccadilloes have taught me one thing: In Colorado, winter backcountry skiing can be a battle of wits bordering on jihad fanaticism. An example: Sitting in the Betty Bear hut on Colorado's 10th Mountain Trail, we look south at an inviting ski slope. It's a little thing, perhaps 300 feet of vertical, steep enough to avalanche, but not an obvious slide path: no obvious demarcation such as the classic swaths you see cut into mountain sides worldwide. There are a few signs, however. First is the shape and exposure of the slope, a leeward convex bulge, devoid of trees, wind-loaded with a pregnant belly of snow. The conifers at the base of the slope are not obvious avalanche trees with heavily stripped branches and scarred bark, but to the trained eye they tell a story of abuse. What I see is enough -- with years of experience (including plentiful mistakes) my avalanche eyes are tuned, and the slope looks like something to avoid. Nonetheless, I need to reach the top of the pitch to take photos of the hut. So we climb a conservative line to the left, on lower angled ground with denser trees. About half way up we realize the snow is in bad shape, breakable crust and worse, so my companion Andrew Meeker leaves his stashed below the last pitch of windpack and boots the rest of the way. Just after we top out, the proverbial WHUMP echos through the forest as the snowpack does a massive settlement, birthing a hard slab avalanche just 20 feet below us. We watch in stunned silence as the slab liquefies, then piles up in a deep plug at the bottom of the slope -- a killer for sure.
How was our route finding? Our up-track was still intact except for one small section. Where Andrew had dropped his planks, the slide had washed over our line by just a few feet and carried his skis away (Andrew was not a happy camper...). Our score? If the slide had triggered while Andrew was messing with his skis, he might have been swept away -- but then again, if he'd had the presence of mind to take two steps to the left when the slide triggered, he would have been totally safe. I couldn't help but note that my own tracks were 100% safe. Experience or luck? I'm not sure. I'd give us a "C" for route finding and a "B" for judgment. Most importantly, note that it was the difference of mere feet that made for one totally safe route, and another that risked death. This validates what I call "micro route finding," an avalanche safety skill I believe is significantly more important than snow science, and much harder to learn. It's the art of using subtle terrain variations to avoid small, but nonetheless deadly slides. You can not gain this skill from books or classes. You learn it by being outside, observing the world around you through a lens of fear and conservatism, perhaps while following a mentor who has the knack. And all the while, you've got to remember how easily human error enters in -- that's the lesson I learned from this skirmish in the jihad. (The Forest Service avalanche advisory for the day of our adventure was "low/moderate," but a sudden warming trend pegged the danger way past that. One of Andrew's skis was lost till he retrieved it that summer. We didn't need a trip to the underwear store, but Andrew's eyes stayed wide for a few days, and I returned home humbled, resolving to do better. If anything, this is a good example of how Colorado can build good mountaineers -- it's not a forgiving environment -- mistakes are costly -- if you survive you learn...) A few tips for micro route-finding and behavior on a tender snowpack
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